The Male Main's Uncle Is Openly Obsessed With Me

Su Yayan's reaction to this was similar to that of Yu Ziyan. She blinked and couldn't believe it: "how can you think that? Did someone tell you something? "

Of course, Huo Chenhuan can't admit that he was stimulated by Su Yayan's live line. He pursed his lips and said in a low voice, "I have a high seniority."

Before that, Su Yayan or her brother, as long as they are the same generation as Huo Shaofeng, they have to call him uncle.

Su Ya Yan suddenly understood the crux of the problem and said with a smile: "I'm older than I am. My grandfather has a little uncle who is only eight years old and runs around like a monkey. If you dare to say that he's old face to face, can you believe that he immediately runs back to complain to the elders at home? "

Huo Chen Huan Leng for a while, unexpectedly unconsciously imagined that picture, in the eye also many several points smile.

Su Yayan looked at the changes in his face, thought of some comments from the outside world, more or less guessed what he was concerned about, took the initiative to hold his hand and said: "you are not old at all, on the contrary, I think you... Are very attractive."

Clearly in front of other people so bold, say indisputable, but in front of her, but always with a trace of care, but also love to care about some small things.

This contrast, Su Yayan is not disgusted, but a kind of his own is to be valued.

Huo Chenhuan heard Su Yayan say so, his heart trembled slightly. Although there was no strange look on his face, the tip of his ear was red.

Su Yayan saw the smile in his eyes more and more deeply: "well, don't say this. Take a quick look at the porridge and soup I brought you. It'll be cold for a while. It's not delicious. "

After watching the whole live broadcast, Huo Chenhuan has long been curious about Su Yayan's two things.

"Have some soup first. It's very appetizing. Try it."

Huo Chenhuan nodded, took the soup bowl from Su Yayan, and tried to drink it.

"How's it going? Does it taste good? " Su Yayan looked at Huo Chenhuan with a look of uneasiness and curiosity, like a dundun who asked for food with himself in the morning.

Huo Chen Huan lips slightly hook: "good to drink."

As Su Yayan said before, this soup is a little sour because of hawthorn, which is mixed with the sweetness of horseshoe. It's a lot lighter, on the contrary, it sets off the freshness of crucian carp.

It smells a little exciting, but it tastes unexpectedly soft, sweet and meaningful, which is very aftertaste.

"If it's good, drink more. There's porridge. It's good for your health. You've been working a lot lately. You have to make up for it. "

Huo Chenhuan takes a deep look at Su Yayan. After drinking a bowl full of soup, he still has some ideas and turns to porridge.

Huo Chenhuan doesn't eat pig liver at all. Fishy is one thing, and it doesn't taste good.

But the porridge Su Yayan brought is not fishy at all. The pig liver doesn't bite as hard as I think. It's very fresh.

"Is it delicious?"

Huo Chenhuan hears Su Yayan's voice and suddenly returns to his senses. He finds that he has finished the small bowl of porridge unconsciously. His face is slightly red and he is a little embarrassed: "delicious, this is the best porridge I have ever eaten."

Su Yayan's eyes were slightly bright and said happily, "just like it. You like it. I'll make it for you later. Of course, you can change something else. I will. I'm sure it's something you haven't eaten before. "